Touch and Go Starbelly

Sometimes, a pilot will land a plane and then take off again immediately. This is called a "touch and go" and usually occurs when the pilot aborts the landing and decides instead to just lift off. That is a bit how I felt the other day when I had a long layover in San Francisco, because I touched down, ate a meal with friends and then took off again!

We could not have planned it better, my friend Chef Dan swooped in his coup and scooped me up at the airport and then we headed straight for the Castro district to a place called "Starbelly." Now let me tell you Chef Dan is a foodie, he cooks and is the executive chef at the Concordia Argonaut club in the city. Few people I know can match his enthusiasm for life, he is just so darn happy to be on this planet and the good vibes radiate onto all those around him. We sat down and right away he is making small talk to the wait staff and getting everybody stoked about life, what a guy!


While we waited for Leslie to arrive, Dan ordered the chicken liver pate at the recommendation of our server and I was most pleasantly surprised! It was rich in flavor and texture was so smooth in my mouth, this was my first pate and the bar has been set high! Leslie cruised in with a few climbing mags for me, a real nice gesture and I was darn happy to see her. Despite some setbacks lately for her, she remains strong and keeps a high quality of life seemingly with ease.


The main counter at Starbelly was the wood from an old, refinished bowling alley lane, polished like the real thing too! We all ordered different dishes to try items on the menu (first time to Starbelly for everybody). We split a pork belly sandwich, a burger with fresh bleu cheese and a specialty pizza. There was more than enough food to go around and everything was so rich in flavor. The Chef (of Starbelly) walked by our table and Chef Dan made a point to tell him how good the food was he prepared! I could not agree with him more, fabulous ingredient combinations. We all had a bit of catching up to do it, so the conversation was well lit too. We chatted about climbing a lot, some misc. gossip and family.

It was super nice to catch up with some good friends who have had such a positive impact on my life. I thoroughly enjoy spending time with folks that have a great outlook on life. I love it when a plan comes together, sad that I had to leave, but exciting to look forward to going back to the city of open-mindedness.

A conference in Sequoia sempervirens country

The titans of the tree world reside in Northern California. Coastal redwoods, or Sequoia sempervirens as they are known scientifically, scrape the sky like the tall buildings of Manhattan. The most magnificent redwoods grow more than 300 feet tall, few other plants on the planet can defy such a feat.

Unfortunately, my trip was not about redwoods, but was a "Data Management Summit" that just happened to be where the worlds tallest trees congregate. Arcata is home to Humboldt State University, part of the CA state university system and sits in an area of quite unique natural beauty. Our work was conducted in the Redwood Sciences Research Laboratory, a pretty neat place which sits on a hill overlooking the Humboldt campus and Arcata.

Getting to Arcata took 3 legs and a long day, but it was well worth the trip. It was tough sitting in the conference room with one entire wall a view into the Arcata Community Forest. So at lunch we all went for walks in the forest behind the lab. In my experience taking photos in the redwood forest is notoriously difficult, the lighting is terrible for point-and-shoot cameras like mine.


In a few areas of the forest, there was only second growth, which means the original forest was cut once for timber and then allowed to grow. In these parts, redwood trees have astonishing growth rates.


Above is my colleague August enjoying our short, lunch jaunt into the redwood wonderland, or as he would say "E-wok forest" of Star Wars. My last night in Arcata, August was even nice enough to take me to the rugged beach so I could touch the Pacific before I went home. The sand was black and very fine and the water was freezing! No surprise there.

Winter Running

Its been pretty cold lately here in Northern Virginia, almost too cold to jog. I feel like running in the winter months takes a certain kind of person, perhaps not as extreme as those who can jump through a hole cut in an iced over lake like they do in Russia, but it does take a certain amount of gumption. To me though, the crisp air and quiet solitude more than make up for the extra hassles that are involved. Careful layering, gloves and courage are all that is needed. Those who take up New Years resolutions to start running again for personal reasons probably think its crazy to run outside when warm gyms are available!

I have a number of nice circuits in the large park behind my house. Some take me to the creek where there is a nice waterfall, others follow the cross country horse-back riding trails, but all offer a nice variety of terrain. I like to think of the park as my little retreat from the hustle and paved-over metropolis that is Northern Virginia. Even better though, is getting back home after a cold run. A nice, wholesome home-cooked meal with a delicious beverage and then relaxing is about the best thing that a man can ask for!

Snows in the forecast tonight, perhaps there'll be might be enough for a ski tour tomorrow!

Washington's Big Dig

I took my title from last Sunday's Washington Post front page and truer words could not have described the last days here. The largest amount of snow to fall in a day in 70 years fell on December 19th, 2009 and I relished every moment of it.

It was a hectic time for the family too, my flight back from CO was among the last to arrive at Reagan National, my mom was still stuck in Denver (it took her more than 36 hours to finally get home!) and my sister was stuck in Morgantown, WV. Despite our families' fragmentation we managed to stay in high spirits, particularly through the monumental task of keeping the driveway clear throughout the day. My dad and mine's backs were thoroughly sore that evening from clearing the driveway 3 times.

Even so, shoveling snow is somehow relaxing, kind of like washing glassware in a lab, mowing the lawn or painting a fence. A day of a few monotonous tasks mixed in with the usual thought-provoking ones makes for a nice blend and helps keep a man sane. The amount of snow was astonishing, by the end of the snow Saturday night, I was proud to proclaim we had received 20+ inches of snow! In some areas it drifted as much as 30 inches! A dream come true in my own backyard and one could taste it everywhere. I think I could wake up to a bit of fresh snow every other day during the winter.


Our house was thoroughly immersed in the winter wonderland. I especially love how long it took to get our street plowed and that it kept people home for a little while. People in Northern Virginia drive and work entirely too much (driving is a way of life here- oh wait isn't that all of this country?) Either way, I was genuinely happy to see some activity paralysis in an area where everyone expects things to get done instantly.


Unfortunately for me, my mom had my ski boots with her and I could not make a ski tour. That did not stop me from lacing up my snowshoes though, still fresh from only being used a few times in Lake Tahoe. It was real nice spending that time at home with just me and my dad, we're the ones in the family who enjoy the snow the most, I think he enjoyed digging around the yard for access to stuff.


I am very much looking forward to enjoying the snow for some days (hopefully weeks!) as it melts and is forgotten. Gosh, I feel so spoiled by this snow storm, if only we could have more snow storms like this in the east, snow storms on a Wild West scale.

Monarch ski area, Colorado

I had just finished a scrumptious dinner at the Himalayan restaurant in Big Bear Lake, CA when I got a lovely call from my mother. We chatted about what was going on lately and then she said she had an ambitious idea for a Christmas present for me, but I would have to wait until I got home to find out. I scarcely got inside the house before she spilled it out; "Would you be interested in skiing in CO for a week while I attend training for work in Lakewood?" No one in their right mind would turn that kind of an offer down!

Some days later and I had contacted my old friends Dan and Tyler who live in the Front Range and we were on! I would fly in on a Monday and leave on Friday, carefully coordinated with my mom's schedule for work so we could carpool. Despite our best planning intentions all kinds of things went wrong. I had my first 1 hour-long formal conference call for work immediately when I arrived (because my plane was 1.5 hours late to arrive) and had to take it in the baggage claim area. Our whole trip was hectic from the get-go. Thrifty rental car was all out of compact cars, so they gave her a black Hummer H3, which coincidentally was the same one my dad rented 2 years ago when he came to Denver for business. Needless to say the H3 was pretty lame; cramped interior, unfunctional small windows, underpowered and it just had an overall cheap feel to it. But, for some reason it is still a head turner, I think it is all hype.

Dan scooped me up in his Tacoma and after stopping at REI for some Telemark knee pads, we headed south to stay in Colorado Springs for the night. I went to bed early with some jet lag while they deliberated about which ski area to go to in the morning. We all decided the big resorts along I-70 were lame; exorbidant high prices, no new snow and of course crowding. Farther south, conditions were much more lucrative at Monarch ski area, which had gotten 30+ inches of fresh in the last 3-4 days. They get some of the most snow in the state, after Wolf Creek and it was clear that was our destination.

Monarch did not dissapoint! Although the runs were a bit tracked out, we seeked out little pow spots, especially ones where I could drop my knee a bit further to push it though!



The scenery was a part of CO I had not witnessed before, the Sawatch Range was pretty new to Dan and Tyler too. We all felt pretty spoiled to be skiing these conditions this early in the season. Our accomodations worked out well too, I was able to use my reward points to get us a free night and the place we stayed had a choice hot tub.

Monarch ski resort sits near Monarch Pass, which is a highpoint on US 50 where it crosses the continental divide and provides a unique vantage point to view the Sawatch range. This range and south to the San Juan range are I think among my favorite ranges in CO, and yet they are the ones I have least explored. I cannot confirm this, but Monarch ski area seemed to follow the Continental Divide, which is probably the reason why they get so much pow. A summit elevation of 11,300 feet (3,448) also helps too, everybody knows the higher you go the better everything is anyway.

Monarch was such a beautiful location, you really cannot deny the allure of the wild west if you're an easterner like me.


The last run of the day I told Tyler I would film him going along, so I did and it started off well, until I paid more attention to the camera. Watch for when I catch an edge and eat shit at the end!



Getting home after a wonderful ski week turned into a yard sale because of the blizzard that engulfed the east coast. My poor mom, all week she worked 11-12 hour days with a colleague to learn this new method in the lab. My 2 planes made it on American, she flew Frontier and hers got canceled. It took her 2 full days to finally get home. Then she had baggage issues because of checking her cooler full of critical samples and it had to be re-routed. Fortunately we all made it home safe, and for the first time ever at my home in Northern Virginia we got more snow than the wild west!

NOVA ski tour

From recent memory, I can count on my hands the number of times we have had snow in northern Virginia. I can count even less when there was enough to make a ski tour. So, it was quite a pleasant surprise to watch as 3-4 inches of wet, slough snow found its way to the earth to graces us with its presence. I'm a snow fanatic and I love it in all ways, shapes and forms, but this snow was absolutely terrible for skiing. It was so wet it would clump to the bottom of my skis and prevent them gliding.

Snow quality aside, the landscape aura that snow creates is second to none. With my work done for the day, I wasted no time in engaging with the snow, full throttle. For those who have not seen snow yet this year, I pity you, for this is my 3rd time seeing it fall in 3 different states. Snow at home is a special time:

We have a lily pond in our backyard, everyday I scoop some dead leaves out of it for the last week. Still there seems to be an endless amount and I won't stop till I can see the the darn goldfish swimming along the bottom. It is pretty though, especially when our state bird, the cardinal comes along to chat for a while.

The ski tour itself was nothing to write home about. Despite the hugely inflated anticipation, the snow just did not perform. That or my xc skis direly needed the proper wax for the warm temperatures. I had a blast nonetheless and it felt exhilarating to open up my lungs to some cold air and breathe hard.

Part of my tour took me to the farm animals at Frying Pan Park. See if you can spot the goatie in the little hut.

It is super nice to live so close to an open area in a land infested by the needs of the automobile. Too often these days we find ourselves removed from nature, I hope they can inspired to enjoy the tranquility that only nature can provide.

Work in the Wild Californian West

Please excuse my absence of blogs the past months, other obligations have kept me from composing them as often as I would like.

At the end of October, as the leaves were dropping and the field season was ending in New York I received an awesome offer from TEAMS: Would you like to do what you are doing now (forest stand exams), but in the mountains of Southern California? I did not even hesitate for a New York second to proclaim YES! The next thing I knew I was flying to the west coast, boy was it a shocker to step out of Fresno airport in the middle of the central valley to palm trees and 60 degree temps!

After meeting with some other coworkers, we cruised to the main TEAMS office in Porterville, which they share with Sequoia National Forest. On the walls of the hallways in the office are photos of gargantuan giant sequoia trees, all living happily some 50 miles or so away. I would've loved to go see them and see if they can compare to the mighty redwoods, but our work would take us to a different forest in a much drier area...

Our modest accommodations were in Gorman, along the I-5 in an area that seems to be perpetually windy, interesting there were no wind turbines to be seen. The Econolodge had a tasty mexican restaurant and a nice American style restaurant called the Ranch House attached to it. We wasted no time in trying both, but as anyone who travels will tell you, eating out all the time is expensive and potentially bad for your health. The lodging and restaurant complex:

Coming from the humid east to the dry west was an adjustment, especially for my nose which was almost continuously clogged from the dust that got kicked up so easily everywhere. It took time for us to get our data collection protocol figured out, but eventually we made it out to experience the beauty of the area. The mountain seen straight ahead is Mt Pinos, at 8800 feet the highest peak in Ventura county, the brownness of the landscape shows just how dry it commonly stays.

As one goes higher in elevation though, the precipitation increases and climatic conditions change to support a more substantial forest. Jefferey Pines seen from the road and looking towards Mt. Pinos:
As we left Frazier mountains for work one day, I caught a typical, beautiful California sunset. You can see the fog that shrouded Bakersfield that day rushing up into the highlands.


After just less than 2 weeks of working in the mountains of Los Padres National Forest, a new assignment appeared almost out of nowhere. They were sending us to the San Bernardino National Forest and we were to stay in the resort town of Big Bear Lake!

For those who don't know, Big Bear is the premiere ski destination for the LA area, perhaps because it is the closest. They put us up at the fabulous Northwoods Resort, which had a nice restaurant/bar, in-room fire places, and a outdoor pool with hot tub. I totally felt pampered, but at the end of each day working hard in the woods, I'd say we earned it.

We scouted a bit the first day, soon realizing our plots were very far apart. It was inevitable that our previous production estimates for the week were going to fall short. Our bleak outlook didn't change the fact that we were in a beautiful location:

This part of CA is very prone for fires, so our inventory had that as one objective and consequently many of the plots were laid along roads. As we were doing our work, one could not help but to step back and take notice to the vista that stretched away:


You can't quite tell for them photo, but this country was super steep, and of course super loose. See if you can pick out a 2 lane highway cut into this unstable mountain in the next photo:


I would say the slope directly below me was in excess of 80% or about 45 degrees from vertical. That would be another item that slowed us down, the relentless steep and rugged terrain. I cannot imagine trying to fight a wildfire in these conditions, absolutely miserable. For those who complain of the high costs to fight wildfires in CA, take note to the terrain that firefighters must work in and tell people to STOP building houses in precarious, fire-prone places! Nearly everywhere you go in CA are people, that state is super saturated and super beautiful:

I have such a love, hate relationship with CA. I hate the crowding, traffic and relative expensiveness; but the range of ecosystems and raw, natural beauty that it offers will always amaze me and keep me coming back for more.